So I had no problem in hiding that. I used to take my laptop for reading journals and for preparing report. Riya used to share everything with me. She...used to have a very painful menstrual cycle and during her period time she would not be able to control the pain. It all started with that. I used to hold her hands and support her mentally and physically. She had fallen in love with me. But for me she was a very good friend. Then she started to bring lunch and breakfast for me. I would buy that. Finally it seemed to be over for real. She made her way cautiously to her bathroom and emptied the bucket in the toilet with a grimace. She would clean it later. No, she would throw it out. Nobody needed a reminder like that sitting in their kitchen.She flushed the toilet before she unbuckled her slacks and sat down, relief spreading over her body like a flush. Eventually she realised she couldn’t hide on her toilet forever and she got up. She just looked at herself in the mirror. Was that her?. In fact, we’re up tonight, let’s go see him now. You good with that?’ ‘Yeah. Carrying this much cash all the time is scary’ ‘You said it girl!’ They walked to a bus stop and rode the bus for about three miles, getting off in front of a photo studio. This pat of town was different and they drew stares, not very nice stares. During the ride, Cynthia had the feeling that she should be bothered about something but could not place what. It seemed strange to her that she should have been worried. His cock was soon getting hard now. I realized what was i doing and pulled my shorts up and left. I could stop imagining his cock the whole day. The next day i was out for a jog again and i decided to go there again hoping i might see him again. There was again no one inside the toilets, i was near the door when someone opened the door behind me. It was him again, he said "Hi" then went towards the urinal. I just stood near the door, after a few mins not to seem suspicious i went and stood next.